Lovest Thou Me?

1 Wand'rer o'er life's restless ocean,
With no spot to fold thy wing,
Sheltered one where friends and kindred,
Full of life around thee cling.
Sad or joyful, young or aged,
Whatsoe'er thy lot may be,
Tones today from heav'n are calling,
"Lovest thou me? Lovest thou me?"

2 More than wealth or worldly station,
More than pleasure, pow'r or pride,
More than human love or friendship,
More than these and all beside.
Listen to the solemn query:
'T is thy Savior speaks to thee,
Even now his voice is calling,
"Lovest thou me? Lovest thou me?"

3 Lord, thou knowest that I love thee,
Oh for grace to love thee more;
Help the weakest of thy children
Now to love thee and adore.
Lord, thou knowest that I love thee,
Quick and glad the answer be,
When I hear thy sweet voice calling,
"Lovest thou me? Lovest thou me?"

Source: Songs of Free Grace #85